Emilia

Last night's events were pretty hazy to mind when I woke up this morning. I remember finding out that in order for the original to stay dead is to keep the dagger in him. I was home changing when I got a call from Damon telling me that Elijah was going after Elena.

We had rushed to my family's old lake house to save my beloved sister from the almighty original. We killed him and put the dagger back to where it belonged, through his heart. Expect this time we kept the dagger in him.

Today Monday morning is school so I had to drive by the Salvatore house to pick up my beloved sister that decided to stay with her boyfriend than stay with me.

I push open the front door without knocking and step inside the Salvatore house. "I'm home." My voice echoes into the house and I walk into the parlor.

"Elena, thank god. You're ready." I sigh in relief when I spot my sister who stands with her back against me. Elena doesn't say anything but she turns around to face me. She looks kinda different with the smirk plastered on her face, but then realization hits me square in the face.

"Not Elena." I mutter, clenching my fists. "Emilia, so nice to see you again." Katherine replies, smirking. "What are you doing here?" I ask, furious.

"Thanks to you guys Elijah is dead, and so is his compulsion."

I couldn't just stand there and watch as she scratches at me, I had to do something. So, I did. I growled and jumped at her, slamming her against the wall.

Katherine hisses at me with her fangs as she pushes me off of her, my backbone slamming against the corner of the table. I groan and roll onto the floor as Kathrine straddles me, holding my wrists above my head.

"So brave of you to fight against me."

I growled furiously and threw her off of me, sending her flying against the wall before she fell on the floor as the frames above her fell on her.

"So brave of you to show up, Kat."

Katherine growls and speeds towards me, sending my flying to the window. The glass shattered as I roll onto the woods, groaning at the pain.

I struggle to my feet and glare at Katherine who stands inside the house, smirking at me. "Bitch." I scream furiously, jumping back into the house through the window before I grab a pencil and dive it into her shoulder.

Katherine yelps in pain as I break the pencil and dive the other half into the other shoulder. I grab the wooden stick that fell from the curtain and raise my hand up in the air, ready to plunge it into her heart and kill her.

Suddenly, someone takes me away from her and pushes me against the wall. I groan and open my eyes, meeting familiar blue ones. The stick I was holding fell to the floor as I fought against Damon.

"Damon, let me go. I want to kill that bitch." I hiss, fighting against Damon's strong hold. "Emilia, calm down." Damon says, calmly.

"What? You think I can't beat her? I'll shred her skin to pieces."

"That's not what I said."

"Damon, I suggest you let me go for the sake of the both of us."

"If I let you go, promise you won't attack her." Damon sighs, looking straight into my eyes. I stare back at him as I purse my lips, debating on what I should do.

I then gave up and sigh, "Okay, fine."

Damon nods and steps back, letting me go. "What is she doing here?" Elena asks, walking in the parlor. "Sister, it's so good to see you." I mutter, glaring at her.

"When we killed Elijah, it broke the compulsion and freed the bitch from the tomb." Damon answers as I lean against the wall, crossing my arms.

"How's that possible?" Stefan asks, his face confused. "He's an Original. They have all sorts of special skills." Katherine replies, moving around the living room.

"I don't want you here. Get her out of here." Elena and I say at the same time, glaring at Katherine. Katherine smirks as she stares between Elena and I.

"You need me, both of you. You all do."

"Like hell." Stefan spats, clenching his fists. "We all want the same thing. Klaus dead. Yet here you all are, running around like chickens with their heads cut off." Katherine says.

"We wouldn't be running around if we didn't have heads, Katherine." Everybody turns to look at me with looks that scream seriously Emilia? I shrug innocently and twist a strand of hair around my finger.

"I don't need your help and I don't want it." Elena says, fuming. "And that's incredibly stupid of you. Do you know where Klaus is? When he's coming, what he looks like?" Katherine replies.

"If you know something, say it or get out." Damon says, narrowing his eyes at her. "Fine. Then I'll just go to the Grill and have some lunch. Maybe Aunt Jenna's free for a bite." Katherine replies and I scoff, "I'm going to school."

"By the way, you're paying for that window." I stop at the doorway, pointing at Katherine. "No, I'm not." She replies, shaking her head.

"Yes, you are. No body told you to throw me at it." I say, scoffing. "Sensitive now, are we?" Katherine asks, chuckling with a smirk.

"No, just PMSing."

Everybody's eyes go wide as I smirk confidently at Katherine who is trying to hold back a laugh. "Adios." I wave, winking at them before I walk out the front door.

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"Thirty dollars?"

"No."

"Thirty five?"

"No."

"Okay, woman, I'm not a bank. Take it or leave it."

"How about you shut your mouth or I'll add thirty five minutes." The detention lady warns, glaring at me behind the rim of her glasses.

I let out a huff and lean on my right hand, staring at the clock. I still had twenty minutes till freedom and time was ticking slowly.

I don't even know why I got detention. It wasn't my fault that the lunch lady only gave me two slices of pizza. She gave me two slices. Two.

Let me recap the story of how I got into detention.

I rock on my feet as I stand in line, my stomach growling. "Calm down." I hiss, patting my stomach. My stomach growls once again and I glare at it as I step forward to the lunch lady.

"Four slices of pizza."

The lunch lady freezes and stares at me, a look that screams seriously Emilia? Yeah, I know a lot of people have these looks cuz I'm always around.

"Talia," I call, chuckling as I snap my fingers in front of her face. "Hmm?" Her face breaks from the stance she was in and she looks at me. "Oh sorry, I spaced out. I imagined you asking for four slices of pizza. Anyways, what do you want?" Talia asks.

"Talia, you weren't imagining. I want four slices of pizza."

"Oh well, I can't help you there. We only give two slices of pizza."

"But I want four slices."

"We give two slices."

"Two dollars for four slices?"

"Two slices or pick something else."

"Just add two to the other two."

"Two slices."

"Four slices."

"Emilia, either you take two slices or pick something else."

"Four slices."

"Two slices. Take it or leave it"

"Fine, I'll take it." I mutter before I climb on the counter and crawl to the other side. "Hey, what are you doing?" Talia snaps, trying to push me off. "You said to take it. So, I'm taking it." I reply, looking at her like she's dumb.

"That's not what I meant. Emilia get back in line."

"I want pizza, so I'll have pizza."

"Find, you can have pizza." I froze and stared at her with narrowed eyes. "Four slices?" I asked, looking at her oddly.

"Two slices."

"You asked for it." I mutter, slipping off the counter as I stood behind it. "Emilia, get back in line." Talia warns, smacking my shoulder. "Okay," I mutter as Talia lets out a sigh of relief. "After I get my pizza."

"Oh, my god!"

I shrug innocently and put a slice of pizza on my plate.

"Emilia. Detention. Now!" The principal angrily points to the cafeteria's exit doors. "Okay," I mutter, "After I eat my pizza."

Now back to reality, I tapped my fingers on the desk as I stared at the clock. "Ten more minutes." The detention lady announces and I sigh, looking around the empty classroom.

I roll my eyes, "It's Monday morning and I'm the only one in detention."

"Students actually care about their future. You on the other hand..."

"Look at you. A detention lady. What's your salary, huh? Ten dollars? No wonder you rejected my thirty five dollars."

"Thirty five more minutes."

Thanks to the detention lady, I walked out of class after 45 minutes of torture. My bladder is so close to exploding so I rushed to the restroom.

After finishing my business, I stepped out of the stall and walked to the sink. After washing my hands, I walked out of the restroom and to my locker.

I stop in my tracks when I spot blood dripping down my locker from the small lines. My eyes furrow in confusion as I walk slowly towards it. The blood drops on the floor as I play with the locks, my hands shaking.

Once I take the key off, the locker door flies open and blood bursts out. I gasp as blood splashes my whole body causing it to seep through my clothes.

I take deep breaths as I wipe the blood away from my eyes, my eyes wide. It was like the blood was forces into the small room of the locker and when I opened the lock, the locker door just flew by itself from the pressure.

Who would even have the time to fill my locker with blood?

My body feels heavy as it drips with thick red blood. I can't help but let my eyes get teary at the situation I'm in. Someone is seriously out to get me. Somebody wants me to be someone I'm not.

And the worst part is as I stare at the blood on my hand, I couldn't help myself but lick every drop from my fingers.

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